Page 42 of Wishing for a Werewolf
The stronger cheese explodes across my taste buds, and the filling feels even creamier on my tongue than the first sandwich’s. I grunt. “This is good.”
“It’s my fave grilled cheese.” Autumn’s happy smile lights my world. “But you can use any of the cheeses we got, and it’ll still taste good.” She nibbles on the corner of her piece, her full lips moving over the butter-fried bread in a way that makes my cock stand at attention.
I shift on my stool and jerk my gaze away to eat more of my soup.
“And finally, one I think the meat eaters in your pack are going to love.”
I don’t bother to tell her all wolves are carnivores.
She slices up the last sandwich and hands me a piece. “This is a grilled ham and Swiss on rye.”
Although it doesn’t taste like any boar I’ve hunted, the salty cured meat is good. And the cheese tastes different yet again, as well as the bread. “You call all of these things simple, and I know we purchased only a fraction of the items your grocery store carries, but the variety of foods humans eat is…” I trail off, shaking my head.
“Overwhelming?” Her tone’s gentle.
I nod.
“It’s okay to go slow.” She sets her hand on my forearm. “To try only a few things at a time and see what you like.”
My body comes alive as her fingers brush over my naked skin, and I suck in a shocked breath. I can immediately think of one thing I like. Her. My fire.
Autumn snatches her hand back. “Oh, god. Did I hurt you?”
“The opposite.” I capture her hand and bring it back to my arm, my voice a raspy growl. “I’m not used to being a man. My skin’s so sensitive your touch is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.”
Mischief sparks in her green eyes, and her fingers slide up to toy with the edge of my sleeve, leaving licks of fire everywhere she touches.
My entire body comes alive, lips tingling in a way that makes me long to press them to hers, even though I’ve never kissed before.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Autumn
The air goes thick with tension as the muscles of Rune’s porn-worthy forearm flex and bunch under my hand. My heart skips as I take in his words. Excitement tingles through me, setting my clit throbbing. It’s heady to know I’m the first person to ever touch his skin like this.
Suddenly, even the most amazing BOO of all time sounds completely inadequate next to the reality of this man.
Horny Autumn takes over, tossing every rational objection regular Autumn might offer straight out the window. Holding Rune’s gaze, I lean over and press a kiss to his forearm, teasing my lips across the firm surface.
He grips the edge of the kitchen island with so much force the granite creaks. His voice emerges, harsh and guttural. “Do you know that staring at a wolf like you are now is seen as a challenge?”
“Oh, yeah?” My tongue flicks out to trace along a ridge of his forearm muscles, making him hiss. “What are you going to do about it?”
He comes off the stool with a growl, his hands gripping my shoulders, lifting me onto the island. I sit on the edge, his big hands bracketing me on either side as he leans forward. Heat rolls off him, warming my skin even without touching. Rune’s eyes latch onto my lips, and I lick them, making him moan.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
“I want to,” he husks, his pupils dilated. “But I don’t know how.”
Shock ripples through me. “You’re a virgin?”
“No, but I’ve never had sex as a man.”
“So you’ve had sex as a…” Oh, god, my brain short circuits.
“A wolf,” he growls.
My clit pulses. A part of me wonders if I should find the idea as hot as I do, but horny Autumn tells the rest of me to shut up. My hands slide up his chest to fist in his shirt. “Well, I’ve never been with a shifter before. I’m sure between the two of us, we can figure things out.”
